Light
Jun 4
1 min read
a poem
Exhaustion settles
as soul untangles
from grip of darkness.
Night aims its sight
to shape and steal,
Light moves toward you
restoring zeal.
Wondering
about Light
wandering—
popcorn amusement
as the fear dwindles
and someday dies.
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